On the trail

Spellbound by mist

Sunday’s dawn broke as a golden ball of fire, at first slowly creeping above the horizon, then gathering pace, up, up into the sky.

I was spell bound by the mists, hovering almost ghost like above the river. And the light. Great shafts of light. Coming out of the cloud and firing downwards in straight lines towards the autumn countryside below. It was dawn and I was, as I often am, out walking, with David, near our Wiltshire home.

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